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| Keep It Clean |
A wad of knuckle tightly clenched
Into the underbelly wrenched
Pressing upward voiding billows
Wringing out all trace of willows
The speed of action lays one bare
To other forces in the air
Immobilised by emptied sack
Raining down attack attack
Conclusively the checkmate piece
A dish served cold in chanced caprice
No argument the quashing crunch
That goes beyond the sucker punch
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